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Waterlilies
“Young swimmers playing in the cool blue water pools of the brief summer season.
The days are bright and long, but these sunlit months are eeting, like childhood itself. I watch them, aware, observant, spurt of water, successful or failed spins, dives or other prowesses frozen by the shutter, a moment captured and framed where they will remain trapped forever.
The water droplets merge with the rough edges of the rock and cement; somersaults are isolated instances in time, in water, like submarine sculp- tures. We perceive the movement and shape of the distorted bodies, some oating, some strug- gling, some appearing to drown, some trium- phant, some breaking the water’s surface like
a Phoenix rising. Reality and poetry, lights and colors blend in a water ballet.”
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